open ♔ august castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during August [back and forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of this month.  Because not everyone is into parties, ok.  

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt. ]

Comments

[lastdragomir]

Not even close. [But she's laughing so obviously she doesn't mean it and accepts his point.] I meant more... socially, but I see what you mean.

[necessaryevil]

I guess we can only ask people to be so daring. Some arenas, they're on their own.

[lastdragomir]

What about you, what arena are you on your own? [She looks at him a moment longer, curiosity and something else, interest, in her green eyes, before moving to look at another portrait.]

[necessaryevil]

On my own's kinda my usual state, actually.

[lastdragomir]

Why? [Not necessarily a fair question, but it's not like he has to answer so.]

[necessaryevil]

[ he shoves his hands deep in his pockets ]




I've got my reasons.

[lastdragomir]

[She watches him over her shoulder for a while like she wants to say something but there is nothing to say.] I interrupted our history lesson. Who is this? [She points at the picture she's in front of.]

[necessaryevil]

[ something seems to have shifted a bit in his demeanor and he shrugs, a part of him appearing to have shut down ] I don't know the whole string of 'em. Just the ones from this century, basically.

[lastdragomir]

Suppose I could just read the labels, huh?

[necessaryevil]

[ he nods way down the line to a certain portrait. ] Might not need to, for a few.

[lastdragomir]

Is that... Are you saying that Benjamin Franklin was a knight?

[necessaryevil]

Not just a Knight. [ he gives a knowing glance up the row of those whose life story he'd been relating. ]

[lastdragomir]

Wow. [Somehow that is more impressive to Lissa than the other stories, probably because she knows Franklin from history class and she can put those lessons toward imagining him with the knights.] I'm having difficulty deciding if l think he was in the Dragon's Hoard or the Dragon's Tongue.

[necessaryevil]

The former. The only Dragon's Hoard member to ascend to Dragon's Claw, so far.

[lastdragomir]

Certainly puts my AP history class in a new light.

[necessaryevil]

Guy did spend a lot of time in Europe playing 'ambassador' when he wasn't schmoozing up the ladies.

I guess him and Wynn were pretty good pals. As much as Wynn ever has pals. I kinda would have liked to see that.

[lastdragomir]

I doubt the ladies were in short supply in France either. [YOU KNOW HOW THOSE FRENCH ARE.]

Imagine having had met him, what would you even say?

[necessaryevil]

Probably something profound like, 'Hey aren't you the guy--"

[lastdragomir]

I think I would just stare. Very eloquent, I'm sure.

[necessaryevil]

Well, we're in luck. Far as I know, he was human, and actually is dead, not Shadowkind in hiding.

[lastdragomir]

See, somehow that doesn't seem very lucky to me. [She glances at the painting wistfully.] Maybe all I want in the world is Ben Franklin to call me pretty. All my dreams are dashed.

[necessaryevil]

Well, he'd be dumb not to. If he weren't dead, I mean.

[lastdragomir]

[Lissa smiles, well, grins, at the painting, before she gets ahold of herself and looks back at Max, just regular smiling.]

Thanks.

[Her head cants to the side a little, studying him. She's never been good at reading auras -- Rose's always looked warm and inviting to her even though she knew it was filled with shadows because of her magic. But Max is an enigma to her, she she figures she'd give it a shot, maybe the weird familiarity she felt when she looked at him would help. (Concentrate 18)]

[necessaryevil]

[ as she tries to bring his aura into focus, she'd find it less of a glow and more of a smoky haze that surrounds him: the colors primarily a dark gray and sulfur hue, which reflect a pattern of dark, depressing thoughts, unclear intentions, and the presence of a dark side to his personality, as well as some kind of pain and anger. the colors overwhelm any sort of positive glow whatsoever, although he smiles at her as she stares, eyes friendly. ]

What is it?

[lastdragomir]

[It reminds her of fire. Not the glow or the light because she can't find any, but the way it makes the air around it smudgy, that smell that lingers even after it's out, that pervasive danger telling you not to get too close.

She takes a step closer, blinking a little at his question as she comes back to the present and looks up at his smile, reflexively returning it. It doesn't occur to her not to tell the truth.]

Sometimes if I try hard enough, I can read people's auras. [There's an hint of apology in her tone. She should have asked, she thinks.]